Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
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By the rivers of Babylon, there, we sat down, yea we wept - when we remembered Zion: Upon the willows - in the midst thereof, hanged we our lyres: For, there, our captors asked of us words of song, and our plunderers - gladness, - Sing us of the songs of Zion! read more.
How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, on a foreign soil? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right-hand forget: Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.
How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, on a foreign soil? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, Let my right-hand forget: Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.
Seeing that thy servants, take pleasure, in her stones, And, her dust, they favour:
Ask ye for the peace of Jerusalem, They shall prosper, who love thee!
Yahweh will bless thee, out of Zion, - and behold thou the welfare of Jerusalem, all the days of thy life! And behold thou thy children's children, - Prosperity on Israel!
For this cause, I said - Look away from me, Bitterly, will I weep, - Do not press to comfort me,
And they who come of thee shall build the wastes of age-past times, And as for the foundations of generation after generation, thou shall rear them up, - So shalt thou be called - A Repairer of broken walls, A Restorer of paths leading home.
For Zion's sake, will I not hold my peace, And for Jerusalem's sake, will I not rest, - Until her righteousness, go forth as brightness, And her salvation, as a torch that is lighted.
Upon thy walls O Jerusalem, have I appointed watchmen, All the day and all the night through, let them not hold their peace, - O ye that put Yahweh in mind, Do not take rest to yourselves, Neither give rest, unto him, Until he establish and until he set forth Jerusalem as a praise in the earth!
Rejoice ye with Jerusalem, and exult over her All ye who love her, - Joy with her right joyfully, All ye who used to mourn over her:
As one whom, his mother, consoleth, So, will, I, console you, And in Jerusalem, shall ye be consoled. As soon as ye have seen it, your heart, shall be joyful, And your bones, like green herbage, shall thrive, - So shall be known The hand of Yahweh with his servants, But indignation with his foes!
Oh that my head were waters, And mine eyes a fountain of tears, - That I might weep day and night, For the slain of the daughter of my people!
Therefore shalt thou say unto them this word, Let mine eyes, run down with tears night and day, And let them not rest, - For with a grievous injury, hath been injured the virgin the daughter of my people, With a wound, severe indeed!
Ye that have escaped the sword, depart do not stand still, - Remember, from afar Yahweh, Let, Jerusalem, come up on your heart:- We have turned pale for we have heard a reproach, Confusion, hath covered our faces, - For aliens have entered upon the hallowed places of the house of Yahweh!
Blinded with tears are mine eyes, In ferment is my body, Poured out to the earth is my grief, for the sore hurt of the daughter of my people, - when child and suckling are swooning, in the broadways of the city.
With streams of water, mine eye runneth down, over the grievous injury of the daughter of my people. Mine eye, poureth itself out and ceaseth not, without relief; Until Yahweh out of the heavens shall look forth, and see, read more.
Mine eye dealeth severely with my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.
Mine eye dealeth severely with my soul, because of all the daughters of my city.
Compassion and sympathy » Exercise towards » The chastened
For this cause, I said - Look away from me, Bitterly, will I weep, - Do not press to comfort me,
Oh that my head were waters, And mine eyes a fountain of tears, - That I might weep day and night, For the slain of the daughter of my people!
Jeremiah » The prophet » Lamentations of » Over jerusalem
Oh that my head were waters, And mine eyes a fountain of tears, - That I might weep day and night, For the slain of the daughter of my people!
Wash from wickedness thy heart, O Jerusalem, That thou mayest be saved, - How long, shall lodge within thee thy wicked devices? For a voice, declareth from Dan, - And publisheth trouble from the hill country of Ephraim. Put ye in mind the nations Lo! publish ye against Jerusalem, Blockaders! are coming in from a land afar off, - And have uttered against the cities of Judah their voice: read more.
As the keepers of a field, have they come against her round about, - For against me, hath she rebelled, Declareth Yahweh. Thine own way And thine own doings, Have done these things unto thee, - This thy wickedness, Surely it is bitter, Surely it hath reached unto thy heart.
As the keepers of a field, have they come against her round about, - For against me, hath she rebelled, Declareth Yahweh. Thine own way And thine own doings, Have done these things unto thee, - This thy wickedness, Surely it is bitter, Surely it hath reached unto thy heart.
When I would have cheered myself against sorrow, Against me, mine own heart sickened: - Lo! the voice of the cry for help of the daughter of my people from a land far away, Is, Yahweh, not in Zion? Is, her King, not within her? Why, have they provoked me with their carved images, with their foreign vanities? The harvest is passed, The fruit-gathering, is ended; And we are not saved! read more.
For the grievous injury of the daughter of my people, I am grievously injured, - I am enshrouded in gloom, Horror, hath seized me: -
For the grievous injury of the daughter of my people, I am grievously injured, - I am enshrouded in gloom, Horror, hath seized me: -
Woe to me! for my grievous injury, Severe, is my wound, - But, I, said, Verily, this, is an affliction and I must bear it: My tent, is laid waste, And all my tent-cords, are broken, - My children, are gone forth from me and they, are not. There is none, To stretch out any more my tent, Or to set up my curtains. For the shepherds, have become brutish, And Yahweh, have they not sought, - For this cause, have they not prospered, And, all their flock, is scattered. read more.
The noise of a rumour! lo it hath come! Even a great commotion out of the land of the North, - To make the cities of Judah, A desolation, A den of jackals.
The noise of a rumour! lo it hath come! Even a great commotion out of the land of the North, - To make the cities of Judah, A desolation, A den of jackals.
Judgments » Saints » Sympathize with those under
Oh that my head were waters, And mine eyes a fountain of tears, - That I might weep day and night, For the slain of the daughter of my people!
But if ye will not hear it, In secret places, shall my soul weep Because of the pride, And mine eye, shall flow over, and run down with tears, Because captive hath been taken the flock of Yahweh.
With streams of water, mine eye runneth down, over the grievous injury of the daughter of my people.
Prophets » Felt deeply on account of the calamities which they predicted
For this cause, will I bewail, in the wailing of Jazer, The vine of Sibmah, I will drench thee with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealeh, - For, upon thy fruit-harvest, and upon thy grain-harvest, the battle-shout, hath fallen. Now shall be withdrawn rejoicing and exultation out of the garden-land, And, in the vineyards, shall be neither singing nor shouting, - Wine in the winepress, the treader, shall not tread, The vintage-shout, have I made to cease. For this cause, mine inward parts - for Moab, like a lyre, shall make a plaintive sound, - Yea what is within me, for Kir-heres.
Oh that my head were waters, And mine eyes a fountain of tears, - That I might weep day and night, For the slain of the daughter of my people! Oh that I had in the wilderness, a wayfarers lodge, That I might leave my people, and go from them, - For they all, are Adulterers, An assemblage of traitors; Who have prepared e their tongue as their bow of falsehood, And, not by faithfulness, have they become mighty in the land, - For from wickedness unto wickedness, have they gone forth, But me, have they not known, Declareth Yahweh. read more.
Every one, of his neighbour, beware ye, And in no brother, may ye trust, - For, every brother, supplanteth! And every neighbour, as a tale-bearer, goeth about; Yea, every one, of his neighbour, maketh a dupe, And, truth, they do not speak, - They have taught their tongue to speak falsehood, In acting perversely, they have wearied themselves. Thy dwelling, is in the midst of deceit, - Through deceit, have they rejected the knowledge of, me, Declareth Yahweh. Therefore, thus, saith Yahweh of hosts, Behold me! melting them, so will I try them, - For how else should I do because of the wickedness of the daughter of my people?
Every one, of his neighbour, beware ye, And in no brother, may ye trust, - For, every brother, supplanteth! And every neighbour, as a tale-bearer, goeth about; Yea, every one, of his neighbour, maketh a dupe, And, truth, they do not speak, - They have taught their tongue to speak falsehood, In acting perversely, they have wearied themselves. Thy dwelling, is in the midst of deceit, - Through deceit, have they rejected the knowledge of, me, Declareth Yahweh. Therefore, thus, saith Yahweh of hosts, Behold me! melting them, so will I try them, - For how else should I do because of the wickedness of the daughter of my people?
Tears » Of solicitude over sinners
Wherefore, be on the watch, remembering that, for three years, night and day, I gave myself no rest, with tears, admonishing each one.
And, when he drew near, beholding the city, he wept over it, saying -
He that, doth indeed go forth, and weep, bearing seed enough to trail along, doth, surely come in, with shouting, bringing his sheaves.
For this cause, I said - Look away from me, Bitterly, will I weep, - Do not press to comfort me,
Oh that my head were waters, And mine eyes a fountain of tears, - That I might weep day and night, For the slain of the daughter of my people!
Therefore shalt thou say unto them this word, Let mine eyes, run down with tears night and day, And let them not rest, - For with a grievous injury, hath been injured the virgin the daughter of my people, With a wound, severe indeed!
doing service unto the Lord, with all humility and tears, and temptations which befell me through the plots of the Jews:
But if ye will not hear it, In secret places, shall my soul weep Because of the pride, And mine eye, shall flow over, and run down with tears, Because captive hath been taken the flock of Yahweh.
Yea let them make haste, and lift up over us a wailing, - That our eyes, may run down, with tears, And, our eyelashes, stream down with water; -
Weeping » For others
Oh that my head were waters, And mine eyes a fountain of tears, - That I might weep day and night, For the slain of the daughter of my people!